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 [Private] Don't get carried away.

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[Private] Don't get carried away.

Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Tue Mar 24, 2015 12:44 pm

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Gold Bar Casino & Spa | Cloudy and Windy | After Dark


It was supposed to be a good fucking night. I needed a new set of tires, but instead of getting a new set of tires it looked like I was gonna have to sell the entire fucking truck in order to make up for what I'd lost. Some idiot even had the nerve to tap me on the shoulder earlier and tell me I'd do better if I could hide my ''disappointment''. What the fuck did that even mean? I wasn't fucking disappointed, I was fucking pissed. That schmuck was lucky I didn't channel that ''disappointment'' into my fist. I probably should have, his face needed rearranging, I would have considered it a fucking favor.

Are you fucking kidding me? I blurted out when I saw the ace hit the table. I fucking needed that five hands ago, and NOW it shows it's ugly mug. The older woman beside me started laughing. Yuk it up clown. I muttered as I got up from the table. ''Sir, the hand isn't-'' the dealer started to speak, What the fuck you want from me lady? You wanna steal my soul along with my rent? Fuck you. I muttered as I tossed her my last chip. Here's your tip you fucking crook.

I didn't turn back, I didn't even know where the fuck I was going I just needed to get away from that table. I walked somewhat fast, making it appear as if I had a destination. It wasn't until I neared a bar when I decided where the fuck I was going. Why not spend what I had left on overpriced drinks? It wasn't like the money I had left in my wallet was going to cover anything else.

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Re: [Private] Don't get carried away.

Erika Richards | Army of God; Hunter

Posted on Wed Mar 25, 2015 9:46 am

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Dress, makeup, heels, jacket. Also has numerous rings on fingers.



The night was young.

My likely victims, though, wouldn't be so young. It was probably karma at play that the richest, most stupid gamblers tended to be middle aged, balding, pot-bellied idiots. Whatever, while in some ways it was grotesque to feed them compliments, they were ridiculously easy with a flash of cleavage and it only made their losses more satisfying to carry out. I tapped my nails on the side of my drink, stretching my long legs.

My plans weren't 'young' any more, either. I'd latched onto a decrepit loser with more money than sense when I walked in the door, but a busty blonde with apparently similar ideas had muscled her way in. My hand curled around my glass and I frowned, feeling snubbed. I never had a problem with using my body as means to a purpose, but it stung when it wasn't good enough for the low-life's I was trying to lure in.

More to the point, I had an ulterior motive besides getting off with a flash watch or cufflinks, rather than the rest of the dolled up hopeful girls. I just wanted to damn play. My fingers itched with it, my whole body ached with the need to lay down my cars in a royal flush and bask in the adrenalin of risk. I'd have even been happy with blackjack - but that game was exactly the problem. The casino had caught onto my card counting last time I'd been in a fix and now I was barred from actually playing. Hence, my need for a pseudo-sugar daddy round my shoulders. Get a guy with enough money and the casino wouldn't dare try and kick me out if it might upset the big spender.

I let out a grieved sigh as I scanned the crowd in the bar, thinking of all the time I was wasting when I could be playing. I was also absolutely, motherfucking, bored.

My eyes lit up when a familiar face entered the bar, and I stood up from my barstool, stalking over to him. He definitely didn't look like a Mr.Moneybags, but I knew from experience that he was pathetically easy to dupe. If I could latch onto someone, maybe just having a partner might disguise me to the dealers. I could damned hope, anyway. I abandoned my drink, shrugged my jacket off and hoicked up my dress around my boobs, raising an eyebrow at the bartender when she watched me judgmentally. Whatever, bitch. I smirked to myself and pulled a compact out of my bag to reapply some lipstick, admiring my reflection before snapping it shut. I sloped down the side of the bar towards him, feeling like a damn lioness.

When I approached him, I actually felt a little sorry for him by his expression. No-one who'd even walked out with the money they started with looked like that. Hopefully that'd just make it easier to put a smile on his dopey face.

Quote Begin Why hello there, Sheriff. Down on luck tonight?Quote End I said, an easy smirk on my lips and a hand on my hip as I eyed him through my lashes, making sure to sound concerned, not mocking.

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Re: [Private] Don't get carried away.

Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Wed Mar 25, 2015 10:18 am

You'd think seeing the servers running around in their barely there clothing, tending to my needs and everyone else's at the same time would have been a fucking mood lifter. It would have been, if they gave more than what their job required of them. Which I was pretty damn sure their requirements were something along the lines of a pretty face and alluring attitude. Not much was going to get rid of my pissed off attitude unfortunately. Not unless I could reverse time and get my fucking money back. Since that wasn't a damned option I went for door number two, the drinks behind the bar. I didn't give a fuck who served them to me, I just wanted them served. Even if I couldn't get away with my usual rank discount. Shit, maybe the drinks could take my mind off of the suit and tie bullshit I saw moving in from the east entrance. What the fuck was this? The fucking forties?

I neared the bar and was greeted with something far more physically attractive than the drink I had in mind, but most likely she wasn't smarter than the cup itself. How often did you meet women that dressed like this with the brains to match? Not that I was complaining, who said you needed to be smart when you looked like that? I even turned around to see if one of those big band lookin' morons was behind me, shit, it wasn't that I didn't have the confidence but what the fuck made this woman peg me out of all the idiots here? Nah, I did pretty well actually. I lied. I just look like this 'cause I saw you from my table over there, and realized what a damn shame it was that we were so far apart. I could have fucking snorted with laughter if I'd have let myself. But something distracted me, something a little south of her neck. Fuck I swear I'd seen those tits before...

I wasn't good at judging by face, but I could have swore I saw that body before. I just couldn't remember if it was clothed or not. Fuck I hated this shit. With my luck we'd probably met before and she'd expect me to remember her name. What're you drinkin'? I asked as I sat down on a stool. Fuck yeah I'd buy her a drink, hell I'd buy her ten if it fucking went somewhere. I needed something fucking good to look forward to after the way lady luck shit all over me tonight. Or at least something good to look at...

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Erika Richards | Army of God; Hunter

Posted on Wed Mar 25, 2015 12:52 pm

Did pretty well. Bullshit. I let out a small snort, which I covered over with a laugh, forcefully putting my hand in front of my mouth as daintily as possible and doing a twisted mockery of the girly laughs common about these parts. I cleared my throat and hummed slightly, still smirking, watching with piqued interest as he turned around to look at some newcomers. Newcomers, who, by the look of those suits, meant business - even if they did look like total douchebags while they did it. I pursed my lips in thought. Could this loser be with those men? They'd come along to the bar at roughly the same time? I looked the man in front of me up and down again, wondering if maybe I'd lucked out better than I thought.

I followed him over to the bar, hopped onto a bar stool and twisted my body so my assets jutted out just that bit more for good measure, framing my chest with my arms when I leaned on the bar surface. I bit at my lip and smirked. Quote Begin Jack Daniels, straight up.Quote End I practically purred, remembering his chosen drink from the Halloween party. His drink I could remember easily, but his name, that was another matter. For now he'd have to stay Sheriff. But who cared? Pet names would just get him eating out of my hands even faster if he was still as dumb as he' been before.

Quote Begin You know, most people who do 'pretty well' don't look seven shades of shit like you.Quote End I was unable to resist the tease but smirked sweetly at him, my eyes smoldering despite what I was saying. I placed a finger in front of my ruby red lips. Quote Begin But shhh, it's okay - I won't tell anyone.Quote End I winked at him and took the opportunity to brush a stray hair from my face, glancing over my shoulder to the group of men in suits again as I did so. I looked back to the Sheriff, one eyebrow raised. Quote Begin Are they your friends?Quote End I asked, tilting my head.

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Re: [Private] Don't get carried away.

Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Fri Mar 27, 2015 9:09 am

I didn't know whether to find the laugh cute or revolting. I smiled anyway, and turned my head just in time to curl my lip in disgust and roll my eyes, playing it off as if I was just scanning the crowd before finally finding my grin again and locking my eyes back on her. The bartender stood in front of us on the other side of the counter and stared so damned hard I thought her eyes were going to dry out and crust over. My eyes widened as the words left her mouth. Shit I expected a woman that looked like this to order a martini or something fruity. Not my drink. I -uh, you heard the woman. Make that two. I looked at her again, expression somewhat confused before I remembered the two jiggly things attached to her chest. That dress was a fucking trap that was for damned sure. I couldn't stop looking down, I mean really how the fuck was it holding them in there so well? It looked as if they were going to pop out at any second yet they didn't. What the fuck did she secure it with? Super glue?

Your insults flatter me. I joked, I guess I have to give you props, not many women that look like you at places like this have an honest bone in their body. I guess you lucked out, you found the only schmuck here willing to pay for your drinks in exchange for you telling me I look seven shades of shit. There was something more appealing about that than her off rubbing some fifty year old man's bald head and telling him his fat gut is handsome in order to get what she wanted. Even if it made me want to laugh and knock her teeth out all at the same time.

When her head turned I quickly moved my eyes down to get a better look at what was below her face, but made eye contact again just as our drinks were placed in front of us. Uh? My focus hadn't exactly been where hers was moments ago, and I looked around trying to figure out who the fuck she was talking about. My eyes landed on Ricky Ricardo and his gang again and I laughed. Those goofy suit and tie, drowning in cologne, and Cuban cigar smoking goons? I asked, Of course I am, I just forgot my gold plated tie at home. I joked before taking a drink. What was she so interested for anyway? Bored of me already?

Speaking of friends, where are yours? I asked, looking around as if I knew what her friends would look like. Either way, the question would get the whole ''I'm here with my husband'' shit out of the way. I wasn't in the mood to deal with some beefed up Jersey Shore moron getting pissed at me because his woman was on a really loose leash.

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